Archive for May, 2008

Peace Crime Love Violence - tacky headline?

I have decided this week’s posts to be me commenting on things I find elsewhere. Today’s story is one that is featured on most newspaper’s website and commented on by a lot of people. My commentary will be in here though (see reason in previous post). Anyways, I am of course talking about the newest ‘Global Peace Index‘ that rates UK as the 49th most violent place in the world, measuring external and internal turmoil. UK is placed just below Panama (48) and one place above Mozambique (50) which probably makes it a bit more atrocious (literally speaking this is). The top countries are Iceland, Denmark and Norway, respectively. Iraq, Somalia and Sudan unsurprisingly take the bottom three places in the index.

For me being a Dane, this isn’t that surprising - I’ve always known Marcellus from Hamlet was wrong when saying ‘Something is rotten in the state of Denmark’. Now, I’m just grumbling about why I chose to live in England (London which is the worst place of them all, I guess) when I could have stayed put in little Copenhagen? I should maybe grumble about why I didn’t move to Iceland instead. But then again, their foreign minister’s name is ‘Ingibjorg Solrun Gisladottiir’ - which would probably give me some language barriers to struggle with on second thoughts.
But I don’t want to complain or sound lugubrious - I’m happy where I am. At least most of the time.

And while sitting here in my flat in East End London (Jack The Ripper’s old area actually) thinking about crime and violence, I haven’t really got anything important (or stupid) thing to say about it. Firstly because the word ‘crime’ alone just nauseates me. Secondly, crime, I believe, is one of the subjects that one either discuss in length or neglect by the rule of reason. So by taking the second, and easy option, I have decided to upload some pictures I took earlier today as well as quote The Kinks’s song called Apeman (I know it’s a bit corny) as it seems a bit more deep than what I could come up with:

I think I’m so educated and I’m so civilized
cos I’m a strict vegetarian
But with the over-population and inflation and starvation
And the crazy politicians
I don’t feel safe in this world no more
I don’t want to die in a nuclear war
I want to sail away to a distant shore and make like an ape man

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All pictures above are taken and copyrighted by Christian Halsted ®

The Gentleman Notion

Earlier today I read the excellent article on gentlemen at The Times Online, where William Drew questions gentlemen as a dying breed. Apparently Dunhill, the British men’s outfitter, have asked several types to recount how a so-called NBG (New British Gentleman) behaves, what he wears and how he lives. I won’t give a summery of the whole article here but some of the more important and basic outlines include gentlemen as gallant and generous, firm, determined, yet with humour. Basically to have good manners, be chivalrous and charming and still remain dignity, and I believe we all agree on this?

The article then asks if this ‘gentlemaness’, ‘the notion that respectful, dignified behaviour, is losing out to cut-throat capitalism’? And further more states that ‘being a gentleman in politics will get you nowhere bar a long career warming the backbenches.’ The whole article also deals with gentlemen being of a certain classification in society, class wise. A very interesting point, I believe. However, is gentlemen not most of all an invention, an ideal for a part of a persons identity? I question if the ‘real gentlemen’ not sometimes fake a leg injury so he don’t have to give his seat up in the train, if he not sometimes farts in public and pretends nothing happened, if he not sometimes put the two pounds the grocery owner gave him in exchange by mistake, in his pocket and walks away?

What I am saying is simply that I don’t believe gentlemen really are the unspoiled paragon of men and their behaviour probably aren’t as flawless as one might think. Gentlemen can’t be generalized. Some of them are probably just pure sycophants, if I may be a little rude. And too be a little more anthropological here, let me paraphrase the English philosopher Hobbes (when talking of power relations, but works as well in this discourse) : what is unseen is unknown and, therefore, unlimited in its powers. It could be, or do, absolutely anything (Pye 1984 : 93-94).
So, why am I writing this? Probably because I haven’t got the guts to comment on William Drew’s article directly at The Times. Nor will there be enough space for all this blabbering.
You can possibly argue this to me pure hokum, nonetheless, to me, a gentleman has not only something to do with social status, a certain dress code, or a Blackberry. Yes, it has something to do with pretension, modesty and awareness. But I wont make a gentleman into a Kouros of nobleness (figuratively speaking - one must be careful these days). Furthermore: I do believe in the modern gentleman, and I also believe I know where to find him.

Of course my idea of the ‘new gentleman’ isn’t that far away from Drew’s. Firt of all I don’t believe in ferocious or avaricious gentlemen. But neither do I think gentlemen are part of a kind of special ‘human seraph’. To me, before I’m getting too tedious for some of you (my brother reminded me the other day of the simple idea of K.I.S (Keep It Simple), a gentleman is a person who has the backbone too be himself but at the same time be modest and generous - in both behaviour and in mind. A gentleman is the one who is aware of others (in a positive sense), and can behave in various social classes and milieux. He is not necessarily wearing a suit, a tie, or any formal wear, but he is a person who is not scared of doing the right thing (whenever it is needed of him of course). A gentleman, say James Bond, can go home at night with his head up - even to go home and eat pizza from the pack and drink beer from the bottle (just like the pictures I have uploaded of my gentleman friends, right right?).

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All pictures above are taken and copyrighted by Christian Halsted ®

The Other Side

Tuesday and Wednesday was quite unique to me. I went with Mark to the Western part of Greater London (typical Aryan England (in a nice way, don’t get me wrong)) to do a photo-shoot of two English National rugby players and one of the English rowers of the Olympic four. The photo-shoot is a campaign for IC Companies as they are trying to build up some brand-awareness for their Matinique and Cottonfield brands through sponsoring some of the brave national ‘hero’s’ (good lads, eh).
And not only was is fun, as always, to be part of a thing like this, but what also struck me was the size of these guys. I mean, they were literally double the size of me and their arms reminded me of a footballers legs. Creepy and yet a bit amazing without sounding too gay.

The place we were shooting was really really nice, typical English society seen in telly, and we actually ended the shoot Wednesday in the most British manner by drinking tea at a balcony facing the Thames while the next-door cricket players began to warm up for their weekly practice. But it was simply one amazing place, actually so much it made me realize I am living in the wrong part of town, spending too much time doing anything and nothing. At least I am going to Denmark during the summer, where I can get some D-Vitamins in the sun, and get a bit away from the tandoori smell, smog and pollution and the many pub temptations that East London offers.

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All pictures above are taken and copyrighted by Christian Halsted ®

One down: Two to go

This is pretty wicked. Rather effortless and what a convenient timing weather wise! I am of course referring to my deserved summer vacation, which started Friday last week and seems to have been celebrated just until now: Celebrated with a Kim Larsen concert Saturday and followed by some good days with sun, friends and dry martini’s. Now starts 4 months of trying to earn some money, go to Spain, USA and Italy. This can’t be any better I guess!

Kim Larsen was really really cool to see live as he, eventhough he is 62, managed to pull off a rather excellent gig playing most of his classics and had energy to entertain for almost two hours. Especially ‘Rabalderstrœde’, ‘Kvinde Min’ and ‘Køb Bananer’ seemed to make people dance and sing around Shepherds Bush Empire, which was for one evening only, turned into an ensemble of pork-eating and beer-drinking overweighty Danes, many of them with annoying kids and a rather pink/violet tan. I am included in this category myself, of course (except the kid point).

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All pictures above are taken and copyrighted by Christian Halsted ®

Wisdom Teeths and Sexuality

The last 7 days has been quite hectic due to a lot of revision for exams, a visit from my mom and sister, a Tellier concert and a rather hardcore dentist appointment that ended with me getting a tooth pulled out and now lying all drug up on anti-biotics.
However, I am young and fresh (though a little pale) so I should be able to do well in my coming exams while tripping on some heavy medicine.

Anyways, never mind the bullocks and let’s get to the fun part. The thing I want to post a little comment about today is the Sebastien Tellier concert in Scala last Tuesday. I went to another concert with him a couple of months ago just after the release of ‘Sexuality’, and I must admit my expectations were quite high as a result from the last one. Nonetheless, this was a bit chaotic as it seemed like the people/ guests weren’t that interested in the music, he wasn’t that interested in performing and the consequence was a perverted version of a 110 kilo french ‘Jesus look-a-like’ running around the stage with a bottle of wine too much in his blood. While moaning he sang and danced around the most of the evening, and ended up undressing himself after lying on his piano almost too ducked to say anything. But what the hell, he’s french. That is probably how he is raised to behave when in England. Even though he was rather bladdered he managed to throw some dirt at the English audience by saying in his very french accent: ‘You are all fat. And ugly. But you have very nice personalities’. Just the opposite of Frenchs, right.

Im off for a little week, as I need to do some more revision for my exams tuesday, thursday and friday. Wish me luck as it is much needed…. Ciao.

-C
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All pictures above are taken and copyrighted by Christian Halsted ®